There was a limited number of people that could enter the Demon Ascension Gate. Feng Changjing was publicly acknowledged as a popular pick for entering. If an ‘accident’ could occur ahead of time and eliminate him, then it was naturally good for all involved.

But looking at things, this was only an unreachable dream. The chances of it happening were far too small.

Feng Changjing frowned and immediately composed himself. “It’s embarrassing to say, but I don’t recognize you at all. So, I ask that you not affect my banquet. If there is nothing, please leave immediately.”

A cultivator suddenly shouted out, “Didn’t you hear him? My cousin told you to leave! If you plan on staying then don’t blame me for being impolite!” A tall and burly man spoke up, his muscles as thick as barrels. His voice was loud and filled with a shocking anger.

Where he stood, the grass field caved inwards, forming a distinctly deep pit. Countless blades of grass were twisted and shredded up by his sudden surge in strength.

Qin Yu didn’t even glance at him. “I indeed don’t recognize fellow daoist Feng, so there is nothing to say. I ask that you take your people and leave my dwelling. And, before you leave, restore everything to how it was in the beginning. I have experienced a considerable...